#iM HAVING A PROUD MAMA MOMENT EXCUSE MY TEARS

[katar-1-na]

hello im gonna post my poetry here and then i am not gonna take it down because deep down i am proud of it and i think it sounds beautiful.

i would love to hear feedback about any of them. positive or negative.

evangelical:

how i long for that burgundy padded pew

every sunday

mrs.conner beating on those ivory keys

the sun spilling through those cheap plastic blinds

sitting quietly listening to the word

deep breaths in and out when something didnt feel right

wiping the tears from the alter while i was still on my tippy toes

that’s just how my daddy raised me

there was comfort within those four walls

a community stronger than anything else i was ever apart of

hands up, praising

humming until the chandeliers shook

reading the bible, feeling safe

secure in death and all

a certain stillness to it

that’s just how my mama raised me

that was before i messed everything up

eight years old and crying out

begging for god to pull him off of me

to possess him with some goodness

turn him away

away from that burgundy padded pew

taking deep breaths in and put because in that moment, nothing felt right

and i told mama

and she said, “child he would never he’s a man of god.”

and i told daddy

and he said, “ accusations like that can cost someone everything. go to your room an ask forgiveness for the lies you have told”

after that, daddy said a great malice had grown in my heart, reflected it’s evil in my eyes.

so every day for two years i scrubbed my whole body down with a bar of lye soap

trying desperately to wash him off

was out the malice too

praying to god to make that impurity leave

“what did i do wrong”

i knew that it had happened

my dress must’ve been far too short that easter

taking deep breaths in and out over and over and over and over

i sat on the edge of my grandmothers quilt

squeaking back and forth

i sang for forgiveness until i fell asleep

come thou fount of every blessing

tune my heart to sing thy grace

streams of mercy never ceasing

call for songs of loudest praise

i was hanging onto that cross for dear life

it wasn’t one day, it wasn’t some snap of the fingers

no.

it was a long descent, one i still haven’t found the finish line to.

does it end in the worms having their way? i would be fine with that

ultimate peace as the grass sways above me

the gift of not knowing

or does it end in some pearly gate?

that’s good too

seeing the people that i miss so desperately

how i long for that burgundy padded pew, the way it was before.

warmth:

my body longs for the warmth of summer;

my body longs for the warmth of another,

this makes the lonely winter treacherous my skin prickles at the feeling of the cold air against my skin,

instead of the dew that should cause it.

summer is safe.

i guarantee myself life just to know i can live another summer;

a summer in which i live with another.

that is my reassurance.

peaches:

men laugh at peaches.

their vulgar minds picturing reproductive organs and nothing more.

but this comparison to women and peaches is not invalid.

peach pits are poisonous.

girlhood is growing fruit around cyanide.

this is very difficult for men to swallow.

critical differences:

There is a difference between you and I.

I travel in a pack, even to the bathroom.

You think it’s weird.

I never wear shorts in public.

You think I’m a prude.

I don’t touch a bottle. It opens a gateway of blame.

Well she was drunk, what was she expecting?

You don’t glance twice when you grab for yours. If anything it’ll excuse your actions.

He couldn’t help it, he was drunk!

I ask a question. It is assumed I know nothing or that I’m nosy.

Ignorant.

You ask a question and are praised for your curiosity or your attention to detail.

Inquisitive

I raise my voice because from birth my cries have not been heard.

Please, just listen to me!

You raise your voice because someone dares to not obey your every command.

Please, just listen to me!

I cry sometimes when I’m sad. That makes me crazy.

You never cry, it’s not allowed. Instead, you break your knuckles. That’s more normal.

I mourn that for you, maybe you could’ve been good…

I like primping, my nails, my hair, my outfit. I am so selfish. Or maybe I’m another whore.

You do not worry about ridicule, dressed up or not. Neither will cause a ripple in your workplace.

I walk faster in the dark.

Yea, just stay on the phone with me until I get back to my car.

You get offended that I suggest my reality exists.

She thinks she’s gonna get raped walking back to her car. These goddamn feminazis.

My friends and I talk about our terrifying encounters. Cry about it in unison.

You suggest that your friend “must’ve liked it” You all laugh at him.

I know the difference between Yes and No.

You think that those lines can be blurred.

Well, she didn’t say no…

Do you see the difference?

I am every woman. Even if they are hiding behind some facade. Even then it is them attempting to protect themselves from you.

You are a piece of trash.

We should change our rhetoric from

“No boy will want you if you continue spouting that feminist bullshit” to “No girl will want you if you keep being a misogynistic asshole.”

Stop policing women’s reality to make men more comfortable.

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Hope van Dyne’s child

Hope van Dyne x child!reader

Scott Lang x stepkid!reader

warnings: insects (ants), sharp weapons

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Happy holidays darling! Would you write HC for Hope Van Dyne's child? Love the step-parents HC 🥰”

growing up as a lil smarty pants

grandpa hank was pretty proud, although he didn’t see you very much

once every few years

but he did tell you all these crazy stories about his adventures that you honestly thought were just fiction (until you were older)

“and i was as small as an ant, but i was still incredibly strong! remember that, kid. just because you aren’t as big as someone else doesn’t mean you can’t beat them” -hank

“y/n doesn’t need to be hearing those stories, hank” -hope

“why not? they have important life lessons in them!” -hank

“why does mommy call you ‘hank?’” -you

“because mommy hates grandpa, isn’t that right?” -hank

“okay, i think that’s enough of this visit. come on, y/n, time to go” -hope

your mom was very supportive of you, nonetheless

she wanted to be different from her dad

so she showed up to EVERYTHING

birthdays, sick days, tucking you in for bed, parent-teacher conferences, art shows, you name it

“here’s some tea, jellybelly. it’ll make your throat feel better” -hope

“mom, i think i’m dying” -you

“you’ll be fine” -hope, givin’ u a kiss on the forehead

life wasn’t like, extra crazy or anything. sometimes she’d bring you to work and honestly? darren cross didn’t seem like the worst guy. he even brought you whatever you might need if your mom was staying late at work

“hey, van dyne junior! i brought you a puzzle that might keep you busy for a while...and a happy meal from mcdonalds! let me know if you need anything else, me and your mom will just be in the lab for a little while” -darren

“thank you!!!” -you

uh huh, ur mom taught u manners!

anyways you started spending more time with your grandpa cuz they had a plan

thats when you found out that his “turning small” stories were not, in fact, bullshit

“wait grandpa...you actually did shrink as small as an ant?” -you

“why would i lie?” -hank

okay well cue you wanting to shrink down to ant size now it was your new aspiration

you did learn how to command ants tho!!!!!!

but unfortunately (or not so unfortunately) hank brought scott to the party

“hi!” -you, waking scott up

“what?!” -scott, jumping back against the headboard

“hi.” -you, staring at him “im y/n. these are my ants”

bullet ants were just crawlin around the place

“oh, that’s....that’s cool. any chance you could tell me where i am or how i got here” -scott

“wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy” -you, leaving abruptly

“are you bothering our guest?” -hope, watching you proudly nod “good job, jellybelly”

mom taught u how to punch 🥰🥰🥰

and let you use scott as a punching bag

but scott wasn’t like awful or anything he was just insufferable at times

“i think you’d like my daughter cassie. she’s weird and smart just like you” -scott

“did you just call me weird? mom, can i punch him again?” -you

“no no no! i meant weird in a good way! please dont hurt me anymore!” -scott

chasing him around the yard ready to ATTACK

hank had to tell u to cut it out

“dont tell them what to do” -hope

“someone has to” -hank

“excuse me? i parent y/n just fine, better than you ever did for me!” -hope

“do they do this often?” -scott

“every time they see each other but that’s not very much” -you

“hm...hey, do you like ice cream? specifically baskin robbins?” -scott

ur mom said “we do not associate with idiots ❤️” and then proceeded to associate with said idiots

scott did end up saving u from darren tho bc that mf tried to hold u hostage and scott was really not in the mood for that bullshit

“you alright, y/n?” -scott

“murder is okay, right?” -you

after that whole ordeal he and your mom were kinda a thing uh huh

and he introduced you to cassie!!! she was amazingly sweet and you could def see the family resemblance

“is this my new sibling?! i’ve always wanted one!” -cassie

“hey, me too!” -you

you hung out with her on a weekly basis, with or without scott

and mom and grandpa were working on a ✨special project✨

one you insisted on being apart of

“no, y/n, we can’t make you your own suit. you’re too young for this sort of thing” -hope

“pleaaaaase mom? i swear i’ll he responsible with it!” -you

“you’re mother is right, y/n. you’re just not ready yet. maybe someday, but not anytime soon” -hank

scott took you on family bowling trips yes he did

and just corny stepdad shit

but he went to germany and mom and him broke up and FF to two years later when you guys had finally reunited

“scott!! you asshole!!” -you, like this -> :)

“kiddo!! sorry to hear that!!” -scott, same energy

shading him the whole time

“ach mein gott” -you

“are you kidding me, y/n? i make one mistake. ONE” -scott

“you’re one mistake has caused me to live in MINIATURE HOMES” -you

“THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD THING” -scott

“WELL IT’S NOT” -you

“did you at least miss me?” -scott

“sicher habe ich” -you

“god dammit” -scott

surprise!! u kind of had a suit (for emergencies)

as a van dyne/pym, it was almost a necessity to know how to use pym particles

scott acted like a proud dad

“wow, you’re really doing it!!!” -scott

“halt die klappe” -you

“please stop” -scott, tearing up

finding out about ✨grandma✨

she possessed scott and touched ur face and told you that she was so excited to meet you but you didn’t know wtf was going on and you had the urge to smack scott but THANKFULLY you did not

“i have to meet her for real! let me help you guys!” -you

“okay” -hope

“what? really?” -you

“it’s about time we put your genius to good use” -hope

scott offered you a high five for that and u literally accepted it

“don’t get too happy, that was just an in-the-moment thing” -you, watching scott’s eyebrow raise “fine. you can have a hug”

okay okay well everything went okay and then half the world ~vanished~ including ur whole family but like cassie and her family took you in and you spent five years very alone and upset until one day cassie called you downstairs and whoopdedoo???? scott???????

“is my mom with you?” -you

“sorry, sport, she’s not...do you have your suit with you? we need to go on some...hero business” -scott

you missed scott a lot over the past 5 years, this really did cheer you up, even if it was just him

“how’ve you been holding up the past few years” -scott

“the world sucks, man” -you

“i can see that” -scott

he turned on some tunes for the two of you to enjoy otw to the avengers hq and it was probably the best memory you created since everyone disappeared

“wait, reach into the glove box” -scott

“oh, god, i hope there’s no rodents in here...” -you, reaching for a picture “is this..?”

“family photo!! you were little back then, i can’t believe how time flies. i mean, it flew really quick for me, the quantum realm is no joke” -scott

you were busy staring at the picture of your mom, you really missed her

busy ~saving the world~

and going to 2012 with scott

“hey uh just so you know, i might be able to make pym particles” -you

“‘might?’ and if we use faulty pym particles we ‘might’ die. would you like that?” -tony

“hey, back off, stark. they’re just trying to help” -scott

next thing u know ur in present day and THEN u actually got to hold the scepter bc scott let u

“im gonna stab you!!” -you

“no!!!” -scott

the other avengers, literally mourning natasha while you chase him around with a sharp weapon: 😧

okay after the place was destroyed u got to face mr. purple man and yo mama showed back up and saw you on the front lines

“y/n????” -hope

“mom????” -you

“scott!!!!” -scott

“really, scott? a shrek reference? now?” -you “...nice”

the reunion with your mom was short and sweet but you missed her forehead kisses and she gave you one immediately!!!! and she was crying but you were too bc damn

“listen, after this, we’re gonna have such a fun family night. i’m so sorry i couldn’t be there for you all this time” -hope

“mom, it wasn’t your fault...it was that purple bastard, let’s get him!” -you

“they grow up so fast...” -hope

i n s e c t f a m

insect fam killed it out there and then ✨attended tony’s funeral✨ together right after

that’s one solid family 😌💖

anyways time to celebrate a (halfway) return to normalcy

with your *sister* cassie and your mom and your...scott

you were just happy to all be together again, it’s been WAY too long

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[tabzanite]

Don’t tell people who I am,,, I don’t want my name on this work,,,

Anyways, I’m like 20% sure that I accidentally deleted part of this but whatevah

~~~~~~ My lover’s a poison, I won’t drink it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mommy pig was not always a mother but she would not trade it for the world.

She loved her two children more than anything. Peppa had a bit of a mutation causing her to have 4 eyes but Mama Pig wouldn’t give her up, still.

She loved to see the look in their eyes every time she killed a little cock roach, it was as if she had hanged the moon into the night sky.

Despite her loving nature towards her kids, she remembered a time before.

She and daddy pig had just met. He wore a wedding ring on his finger despite never being engaged.

They were only 17, Mama pig was a cheer leader for the team that Daddy pig had played on.

Every time after a game, they would get drinks, nothing drastic, just... Drinks.

Until it wasn’t. They were about 20 when it became something..more.

Mama pig was attending community college while Daddy pig was studying to become an architect.

They met up, just to kill some time with a friend.

And... Well..... Mama Pig couldn’t resist taking off her long orange dress for once. She revealed her beautiful body to daddy pig and he revealed his.

Passion and pleasure was all that was felt that night, followed by a nice, warm sensation of them hugging eachother, laying in the same bed.

Long gone were the days when Mommy pig was enough to satisfy daddy pig, though.

He threw himself into his work and even when he didn’t, he’d prefer to spend time with... other people.

Mommy pig would not judge, after all, her husband was a busy man.

It was not until he had not worn his wedding ring for three days straight that he had gotten just a twinge of worry.

Surely, he was loyal. Mommy pig just wanted to make sure is all.

So, while Daddy pig slept up in the room above, she came closer to him. She knew the spots where daddy pig liked to get his love marks, so she checked it.

His chest was full of bites. Lip stick smudges made his-usually pink chest- become a bright red.

Mother Pig wanted to be enraged, surprised. But she was simply, sad. Sad that she had not been a better wife. Sad that she would have to tear the family apart.

Well, that is, unless she just.. ignored it.....

And that’s what she did... for a few weeks...

But, well, since she knew, she started becoming more aware of the ‘signs.’

Oh, how it hurt her every time that Daddy pig whispered her name in his dreams.

Every time he saw him texting what he called a ‘friend’, she knew he talking to another girl.

Despite what Mommy pig thought, everyone else was not quite oblivious. Her gal pals noticed her slightly less cheerful attitude, trying to be kinder to her by giving her gifts and taking her out to cafes and restaurants.

Ms. Sheep was especially accommodating, having had a divorce herself not too long ago, she could tell exactly what was keeping her friend down. She just didn’t want to meddle, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t try to cheer Martha up. She even styled her hair, having become a barber to try and support her daughter after the big break up.

Her friends aren’t the only ones who noticed. Her parents were mostly oblivious but her children and nieces knew something was up.

Peppa told Chloe about how she thought her mom was acting strange. Chloe told her that her mom used to tell her ‘if your man’s acting strange, he best have a good reason or else he cheating!’

Peppa pig tried to shield George from this awful secret but George was able to figure it out soon enough.

They needed to figure out a way to let Their mom know what was happening. They suspected she already knew, the thing they needed to do was wreck their father’s dumb fucking ass-

“What’s a fuck?” George asked, sad from talking about their parent’s little ‘issue.’

Peppa gave a sad giggle, telling him not to worry about it.

She was going to try and steal daddy pig’s phone and find just what was going on and who their dad was seeing.

After a successful mission, what they found shocked them to their very core.

About a dozen messages to some dumb zebra, calling her his ‘striped sugar baby’ and ‘lover.’ Like he wasn’t married!

Actually- Peppa realized she knew this woman. And this woman knew her dad. And she knew that he was married!

She was pissed.

She called for George and arranged a plan.

Peppa would tell her mom that she wanted to hang out with Zoe, meanwhile George would ask to play at the park so Their mom would be out of the house.

The day struck. The plan was getting set into action.

When mama pig left and it was just Zoe, her, Daniel Pig, and Mrs. Zebra, she was ready to unveil the secrets.

She told Zoe about what was going on, Zoe started crying but agreed to help Peppa in their plot.

They opened up the door to see that their so-called ‘parents’ were fucking FLIRTING.

“What the fuck!?” They both shouted, as their parents started making excuses and telling them they shouldn’t be upstairs.

Tears stained Peppa’s eyes. She didn’t realized just how much this would hurt.

Her beautiful red dress had tears drops them, the sleeves of Zoe’s purple one having snot covering it.

Peppa snapped at that moment, shutting both of the adults up.

“HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO MY MOTHER!? TO ME!? TO GEORGE AND ZOE!? “

“TO THE TWINS?!” The small zebra added with a glare at her mother.

The two continued on their tirade, even after Daddy pig had ‘apologized’ and Zoe’s mother started crying.

If anything, that was practically wood to the hell fires of rage that they had building up in them.

...Until Mommy pig came home and heard the shouting.

It like her entire existence slowed and her heart shattered.

Oh, how could she do this to her poor daughter. How could she do this to George.

Most importantly, how could she do this to herself?

She realized something. She needed to grow a backbone. She needed to stand up and walk away from this toxic relationship!

She was a fucking coder and earned more than enough to take care of herself and her children!

She was going to give this pig a piece of her mind and he was going to have to fucking face the truth. That she is not some fucking carpet he can just walk all over and use.

She opened the door to the room where Mrs. Zebra and her hus- no. That fucking man-child was.

She wasn’t going to scream. She just took off her wedding ring and told him.

“I want a divorce.” Before looking away and hugging her children.

As they stomped out the house, they called Mommy sheep. They wanted to crash at her place for a bit and she let them.

George was playing pretend with Peppa and her best friend Susie while Mommy pig told Ms. sheep what happened.

As she finished her story, Mommy sheep blushed a bit. She looked conflicted but slowly whispered her confession.

A confession of love.

Mommy pig loved her back... It’s just that- she wasn’t ready!

That’s what she told Mommy sheep. She looked a bit embarrassed but said that she understood.

Mommy sheep, her being okay with Mommy pig’s boundaries... It made her have a small smile on her face.

Maybe she was just a little bit more ready than she thought she was :)

I know who you fucking are and this hurts but good job (redacted) im proud of you

[prettywordsyouleft]

Added Extras (Puppy Week Collab)

Summary: Changkyun knew there was a chance that you would disagree with his decision to bring home the stray dog, but neither of you were quite prepared for the impact she would have on your lives.

Pairing: Im Changkyun x reader

Genre: puppy au / fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: Today is the last day of Puppy Week! I hope you have all enjoyed this collab @goodnightkisseu , @this-song-thats-only-for-you and myself have created! I truly enjoyed sharing my stories and reading those by Ash and Sem <3

Word count: 1277

[Puppy Week Masterlist]

“Are you allergic?” Changkyun asked out of confusion, the hand he was pointing with towards a pet store falling to his side with your rejection.

You shook your head, shooting him a small smile. “No, it’s not that. It’s that we’ve only just moved in together. I want it to be just us for a little longer.”

He humoured your response then, but that was the only excuse Changkyun had accepted. Over the last two years of living with you, any time he suggested getting a dog with you, it had never ended with a positive outcome. You didn’t have the time, dogs were expensive, you didn’t want hair all over your clothes. The list went on and his shoulders were permanently slumped whenever he saw a puppy.

It was clear that his girlfriend didn’t want to raise a dog with him.

Or any animal, so it seemed. He had suggested a cat one time, not that he had initially wanted one. There was nothing wrong with cats, and you had confirmed that as well. You just didn’t want one.

And so that was why Changkyun was relieved to come home and find you still out for the day, rushing into the spare bedroom with the heavily pregnant stray dog, unable to leave her out on the street with the heavy rain forecasted tonight. He would simply hide her in here and if you so much as complained, he would assure you it was for only one night. He would take her off to the local shelter for assistance first thing in the morning.

He knew he had to make her comfortable though, and dashing into the hallway cupboard, he pulled out multiple blankets, creating her a bed that the dog was grateful for, plomping her exhausted body down upon it soon after it was ready. Changkyun then offered her some food and water, which the dog seemed all too happy to accept. It made him smile, despite the tears that had been threatening to fall in his eyes ever since he found her.

The world didn’t deserve such beautiful creatures like dogs.

Since he knew he would only have one night with her, Changkyun put his uttermost in keeping her calm, warm and comfortable. He sat by her side and let out a shaky breath when she lowered her head onto his lap, her eyes warm and appreciative.

He had never fallen in love so quickly in his life.

So it startled him when you walked into the apartment calling out his name, leaving him frantic on what to do. He wanted to move and talk to you first, but with her head still on his lap, he didn’t want to disturb her either. There wasn’t enough time to prepare so when you opened the bedroom door after following his call, he merely raised his hand in an awkward greeting.

“Uh, hi,”

You were silent for a moment, blinking slowly as you soaked in the situation. And then you expelled a huff of air. “Explain.”

“I found her in the alleyway trying to find a place to settle down in. The rains supposed to be real bad tonight, Y/N, so I brought her here. Tomorrow I’ll take her to the shelter and-”

You shook your head, pointing to the dog. Changkyun was confused; couldn’t you tell she was pregnant? Did he really have to explain that? You placed your hands on your hips. “Why is she laying on my favourite throw blanket?!”

He scoffed, looking down at his new best friend and then back up at you. “I grabbed what was on top. Can you not see the state of her?!”

“We have a bunch of other blankets, Kyun. Ones that are more suitable for a pregnant dog. She sounds like she’s in labour with her heaving too! I swear if she starts to give birth-”

Just then the dog let out a groan, lasting for quite some time as she shifted her body into another position. Both of you were frozen for a moment, eyes wide with the sound.

And then it was go time. You dashed out of the room as Changkyun repositioned himself onto his knees, helping the dog as she rocked her back end around. You reappeared with towels to prop under her, kneeling down there on the ready to assist her in any way. You glanced up at Changkyun then, giving him a determined look and he nodded, focusing on encouraging the dog gently.

She laboured for almost an hour when the first puppy was born, rolling out into the world and right onto your blanket, missing the towels completely. Mama dog started to lick at her infant and Changkyun looked up at you with blurred vision, recognising as he blinked through his emotions rapidly that you were crying too. The smile was wide as you both inspected the puppy, falling in love with the tiny life right before you.

“How many do you reckon she’ll have?” he asked you and you looked at the large dog that you held a gentle hand over and shrugged.

“I don’t think her litter will be too big.”

You had been right, after pushing out another two adorable little puppies; it seemed that her family was complete.

Changkyun marvelled at them as you gently picked up the puppies to check they were all healthy as they could be. Your smile was wide when you placed down the last one, giving a pat to the mother dog now relaxing with her children that were suckling from her milk supply.

“What a good girl, I’m so proud of you,” you told her softly, which the dog responded to by giving you another of her warm looks. Changkyun was certain you had fallen in love with her as much as he had.

All the same, as you both left the canine family to bond and rest, cleaning up yourselves in the bathroom adjacent, Changkyun glanced over at you anxiously. “Tomorrow…”

“You can’t expect her to get up and go to the shelter after giving birth so soon in our care. She clearly feels comfortable her to have gone into labour. You did the right thing.”

“So we’re keeping her?”

You smiled lightly, turning to look at him with a stern look. “Was this your plan all along? How did you know I would be a sucker for a stray animal?”

“I didn’t have a plan, I genuinely just wanted to help her,” he confessed, and you nodded, slinging your arms around his neck.

“I know, I’m teasing you. Though, you do owe me a new blanket.”

“That’s an easy fix,” he murmured before kissing you and you both went back into the spare room, kneeling down to watch on fondly.

You let out a small sigh. “I’m a Mum now.”

Changkyun grinned, pulling you into his arms as he looked on at two of the puppies blindly fighting over one teat. “Did you ever think you would be one so young?”

“Wait, my child just gave birth, so does that make me a grandmother too?! I don’t think I’m ready for that!”

“I think it makes you blessed. Thank you for accepting her, Y/N.”

You smiled, nestling into his side as you patted the mother dog. “She clearly was meant to be ours. Even if she came with extras.”

“Are we keeping them too?” Changkyun wondered, and you nudged him with your elbow, a chuckle leaving him. “What, with the way you fell in love with her so soon, after raising them with her over the next eight to ten weeks, you’ll be smitten with them too.”

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[musubiki]

Can we have more details about why Lime and Mochi hated each other for the first 5 years and what were they like to one another during that time period? ^u^

YEAH!!!!! (ill put it under the cut)

➞

- mochi and lime first met when they were like. 5-ish, on the day when mochi and her mama (tiramisu) were moving/finished moving into their shop across the street, and limes family brought them over some welcome-to-the-district gifts

- so of course tiramisu and limes grandparents are chatting it up, mochi is kind of hiding behind her mom and lime is standing there holding kiwis hand and theyre just kinda looking at each other

- and this first meeting is the most hilarious moment of their whole relationship, because lime, an idiot boy, sticks his tongue out and does a “bleh!” at mochi

- mochi, an equally stupid kid, starts crying ghibli tears, and deadass just FLIPS HIM OFF!!!!🖕🖕🖕🖕

- AND HER MOM PUSHES HER HAND DOWN LIKE “MOCHI THATS NOT NICE!! Oh my god im so sorry idont know where she learned that haha-” (mochi learned it from her. shes secretly proud of her baby), and limes grandfather just kind of “oh no no its fine, he was being mean to her”

- and so they say goodnight and go back to their shops, but from that point lime just kinda picked on mochi a lot. (im thinking he had a crush on her first but didnt understand feelings that young so he just picks on her a lot????/ and then just kinda buries and internalizes those feelings for the rest of his life so it gets brushed under the rug????) 

- so he would pull her hair, push her, call her names, steal her food, all this weird shit. but then he would also like sneakily like peer out of his window at night to see if she was there in her room (and slam the curtains closed when she looked over and pretended like he wasnt looking) and like spy on her when she was in the shop (and run away when kiwi asks what hes looking at)

- and of course, mochi, being the badass in training, wouldnt take his shit half the time, and im pretty sure she like punched him in the face once?? or body slammed him or something??? and her mom is like “MOCHI OH MY GOD NO!! THATS NOT GOOD!!! [internally] (i love you so much that’s my girl)”

- and then when school starts they have to go to school together with kiwi because mochis mom has to run the shop, the whole way there these two idiot kids are either fighting or lime is picking on mochi again (tiramisu tells mochi its because he likes her and shes like idont care!! hes mean!!!)(she will care later)

- and from when lime was about ??? 5-7 he was friends with oscar, but when they were 7 oscar moved away to the big city with his family, and so limes only ‘friend’ left was mochi

- im pretty sure lime has put a frog in her backpack before

- and has probably thrown mud on her

- and every christmas they never get each other anything because “why should i, idont care!!”

- SO THEN. WHEN SCHOOL COMES AROUND, THEY BOTH GET COMPETITIVE, AND FOR THE NEXT LIKE 4 YEARS ALL THEY DO IS ANNOY EACH OTHER ON THE WAY TO SCHOOL, COMPETE IN SPORTS, COMPETE OVER GRADES, LIMES THROWING PAPER WADS AT THE BACK OF HER HEAD (he sits behind her) THEM BOTH GETTING SENT TO DETENTION, MAKING THEM SPEND MORE TIME TOGETHER LMFAO

- but also theyre kind of getting to know each other, and the fighting dies down into a more kind of rivalry with some making fun of each other, but push comes to shove most of their time is actually spent with each other, between running neighboring shops, sharing classes and sports, the commerce back and forth from school (especially since kiwi starts going to high school and they have to walk home alone together)

- (and this is also during the time when mochi is spending her weekends with her grandma training)

- and im thinking when theyre like….11-12 ish maybe?? (theyre still in the rivalry thing) theres this part in one of their normal school days where mochi is ACTUALLY being bullied by some older boys. like knock the books out of her hand and steal her money kind of bullying

- and lime sees this and he’s yeah, no. so he goes over and tells them to back the FUCK off, and of course they don't, and lime gets PISSED because IM THE ONLY ONE WHO’S ALLOWED TO BULLY HER ALRIGHT which actually leads to an actual fistfight, and this is also hilarious because lime is her hero for like 2 seconds before she mcfuckin  kicks one of the guys in the shin and/or balls and lime is all “???????!!!/!?!? you can fight???” and mochi, sweating, just kinda nervously looks away like “uuu.h.h.hhhhh….n……..no…” 

- so after the fight theyre just awkwardly sitting in the principals office, lime has a black eye, theyre both all stressed out hoping the school doesn’t call their parents, but the principal is cool about it and tells them “you were just defending yourselves, just go home and dont get in anymore trouble okay”

- and on the way home theyre both pretty quiet, mochi is kind of flustered because that was..pretty cool of him to stick up for me like that and lime is stressed out like fuck oh no oh god because hes SUPPOSED to NOT like her so why should i care??? if she gets bullied??? I don't!! but he does and it nags at him

- mochi keeps glancing over at him waiting at the bus stop, and he notices, (his face is red too) so hes like “what? why do you keep looking at me for??” and she hesitantly asks “hows your eye?” 

- lime, nervously, just kind of babbles out “pft- its fine. doesnt affect how handsome my face is so-” to which she kind of gives him a flat look, but laughs at it a bit anyway. he stares at her for a bit before laughing for a while too. she asks if it hurts, and he just kind goes “eh” and mentions it would feel a lot better if he had like an ice pack or something

- so mochi notices a small convince shop nearby, and tells him to wait there. she comes back with a little ice pack thing and like. a popsicle or something for him. he blushes and thanks her and they just kinda go back to sitting in silence at the bus stop, before mochi says a quiet “…thank you for- sticking up for me back there-” and gives him this sweet cute lil smile

- and he, an idiot, just like rubs the back of the neck, and has to physically stop himself from blurting out some “whatever” or “yeah it wont happen again” or some other shit like that, so after about 30 seconds of silence he just kind of mumbles out a “you're welcome”

- and from this point their relationship is a little different. like they both kinda go home and realize they were just jerks to each other for no real reason, especially lime who now thinks shes not so bad and he didn't even know how or why they got off on the wrong foot in the first place

- meanwhile mochi is at home struggling with feelings because “gosh that actually was really cool of him to stick up for me. he really actually is cool what the heck. oh no”

- and they start being less idiotic and mean to each other (besides the occasional joking) and actually spend more time together, and eventually they like bring each other food for lunch and talk to each other about their interests and stuff, and lime invites mochi to come todont watch his baseball games, and mochi supports him at all his sports events and stuff. 

- and they don't really realize or say it yet but they're best friends already. they're closest to each other and spend like almost all their time together

- (and im VERY sure theres gonna be some HORRIBLY embarrassing incident for lime that will have no details, but throughout the story it will be mentioned a few times by lime, something like “Mochi will NEVER think I’m cool!! She’s already seen me with that whole thing with the monk seal, and the shampoo bottle, there is no coming back from that!!” and everyone is just kinda “?????? what??” but it never gets unpacked. all we know is that is was REALLY embarrassing and uncool)

- but she does. she thinks hes cool. she thinks he is SO cool. she lays awake at night thinking about him

- and during this whole time mochi is getting to know the actual lime, and shes slowly developing a huge crush on him, which she first excuses as “noo its just a summer crush thing ill get over it” but she never does

- basically they were really idiot kids but i like the growing up dynamic

[frankenbolt]

Chaperones (Part 2)

Here you go, part two. I kinda love writing this tbh. ^^ It’s pure fluff and so innocent.

(Part 1)

The crunch of gravel beneath well worn shoes told Imelda that Héctor was following her. 

Not that she needed confirmation- of course he would be.

He always had, ever since they’d first met as children.

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The very first day she’d peered around her Mama’s skirts at church, and seen what was clearly a scruffy child someone had scrubbed so clean, his ears were still red at the tips (hard not to spot when you have ears that big). 

He’d seen her staring and had smiled widely at her, missing a front tooth. She’d hidden again. She’d stayed hidden, tucked against her mother and grandmother throughout the service, having put strange boys with big smiles and bigger ears out of her mind.

Until afterwards, when the grown-ups were milling about the entrance, talking about whatever it is only grown ups found interesting, she’d wandered away, kicking small puffs of dust into the air as she walked. She was in her own little world, when she felt someone tap her on the shoulder.

“Hola.”

He was smiling again, and she thought perhaps it was even more blinding up close. She hesitantly greeted him back, and asked his name, having never seen this boy before.

“’s Héctor!” He actually bowed, and she saw up close his hair had been scraped back with a wet comb, the wide tooth marks doing nothing to stop a thick cowlick spring up as his head moved. “An’ you’re ‘Melda right? Mi Primas told me about you! I asked who the girl with the pretty ribbon was, an’ they told me.” He seemed proud that he knew all about her already, which rattled Imelda the wrong way immediately.

“It’s I-melda.” She corrected firmly. His smile dropped a little.

“Did I say it wrong?”

“Yes, and it’s rude to get a ladies name wrong.” She raised her chin. “Try again, por favor.”

“M-m...’Melda? No, lo siento, I-I...” He seemed fustrated. “I can do this, Ime-”

“Imelda! Time to leave!”

“Héctor, where are you?”

The five and six year old looked at each other, and hurriedly said their goodbyes.

Héctor waved as he held his cousin’s hand, calling out to her. “’Bye ‘Melda!”

“Keep trying, Héctor!”

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He did it on purpose. Maybe not at first, but he had no excuses now that they were older.

“Ready for our walk, ‘Melda?”

She had paused by the gate of her family’s compound, so he could catch up, and shot him a look. He absolutely was doing it on purpose, considering the goofy smile, now glittering with a gold tooth, he was giving her.

She had long stopped trying to correct him. She knew how that conversation was likely to go anyway.

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“It’s Imelda and you know it is.” “Si, I know, but it rolls so nicely off the tongue this way...mmmmmmmeeelllda~” “Stop that.” “Feel free to do the same to my name, mmmelda.” “You do realize how inappropriate that is, don’t you?” “Oh it is? Perhaps you ought to tell me why it’s so inappropriate, since you’re such the expert--” “HÉCTOR.” “Ay, that sounds so good, but maybe you should roll the rs a little more, eh?” “I swear if you don’t stop-” “You’ll hit me? You haven’t yet, which means I must be doing something goo--”*SMACK*

It had been that way for months.

Their friendship had changed. Neither of them knew when it had happened only that it had. Her girl friends had chalked it up to them both getting older. She’d sat stone faced, radiating annoyance as they’d all giggled and prodded her, telling her how nicely Héctor had grown, and that whilst he wasn’t marriage material, he’d be such good practice for the real thing.

Something Imelda had nearly choked at. At embarrassment and internal outrage.

Héctor would make any woman a fine husband! She’d wanted to shout at them. Sure he was a goof, and sure he was seemingly always in trouble for something. And sure, his family didn’t have the greatest of standing...and he was a musician...

But he was sweet, and kind, and loving, and funny and he made Imelda feel happier and warmer just by being there. He was a dreamer, and he wrote poems and he was endlessly creative and charming. And he never treated her like she was less capable than he was, always roping her into whatever scheme he’d cooked up that month. They’d had so many fun days as children, and then as teenagers, running around Santa Cecilia, and so many of her happiest moments in life had been with him laughing as she halfheartedly scolded him, fighting back tears of laughter of her own.

Coming to the realization that she was head over heels in love with her best friend had been...frightening.

But she wasn’t about to let that stop her. If her heart had decided that it wanted Héctor as much as he was (badly) hiding his wanted her, then she was going to have him. 

...That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to make him work for it.

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They’d been walking in silence for sometime now, staying clear of the town. This, whatever it was, felt too raw to parade around the plaza with, not on their first “official” outing. They instead wandered towards the river, nothing but the light breeze and sounds of nature surrounding them.

To Imelda, it felt almost suffocating. She might not have shown it outwardly, but she was nervous. She wasn’t ready to let go of him, that same sweet boy she’d been friends with almost her entire life. This, whatever the hell it was, could change everything. She impatiently tossed her braid over her shoulder, sneaking a glance at Héctor.

Who, to her dismay, looked completely at ease. This was unfair! How dare he look so casual when she was so freaked out inside.

“See something you like, ‘Melda?”

“Hm, no. Just considering that that hat of yours needs replacing.”

He gasped, and held a hand over his heart, the other grasping the brim of his beloved hat. “Must you insult mi sombrero atesorado, every time? It has done nothing to you!”

“It offends me.”

“It offends you, tell me, mi querida, what has it done to you, recently?”

“It’s assaulting my eye sight with it’s very presence. You should use some of that money you make in the plaza on a new one.”

Héctor grinned, and bounced along the path to walk backwards in front of her. “Ah, so you know our popularity is increasing! Are you keeping tabs on me, Mi ‘Melda? Perhaps you ought to rethink our offer and come and join us, eh?”

She barked out a laugh at that, maybe a touch bitterly. “Mi Abuelita would kill me if she found out I was out cavorting with mariachi.”

His smile faded and he looked disappointed. “You sing so beautifully ‘Melda. Everyone in town knows it. It’s a shame to keep your voice to yourself...surely your Abuelita would make an exception-”

“It isn’t proper for a young lady to do such a thing.” Imelda sighed, but a hint of a smile graced her face, and she tucked a hair behind her ear bashfully. “...you think I sing beautifully, Héctor?”

His eyes widened and she saw how he gulped, and decided she liked that reaction very much. “I...I..um, of course...I’ve always thought that, Imelda.”

Not as much as she liked hearing him say her name properly.

[serensama]

V route asks

Hi guys I’ve just gotten a couple of asks that might be a little spoiler-y so I’m answering them here under the cut so no one has to be forced to see it!

WILL UPDATE THIS POST FOR EVERY SPOILER-Y ASK I GET SO YOU’RE NOT INUNDATED WITH IT ALL :) 

@mc-of-my-life I am one of the camp leaders honey! I am all about V being happy but then Ray being happy too! I need that boy to live happily ever after, my soul depends on it. Granted this MC... WHO DOES THAT? Who lets themselves be kidnapped? Man as soon as the driver said that if i didn’t wear the sleeping mask that he had sleeping pills for me to use I was like- SERIOUSLY??? WHY NOT JUST CLUB ME OVER THE HEAD? 

Yes. Yes they are my darling. I just want to hug Mama V so tightly, bless her. Also- I love her voice actor, such a beautiful calming voice, I wonder how V would have grown up differently if he had heard his mother’s voice as he went to sleep TT__TT sorry I have a lot of feelings about this TT__TT

Let me tell you, coming from a psych background did that throw me in for a loop. I was like- you can see her morality? REALLY? Her ethics?? LIKE PHYSICALLY SEE THAT?!?!?! What you're likely seeing is her ego , what she’s portraying to society to meet societal norms. Her superego... that was becoming more and more distorted so if you could see that V... and you did nothing... I need to whoop your ass. Then again he’s quoting Freud so he may need an asskicking anyways. But I agree Nonny- I do believe that V can see more than most people, but i think that’s because he genuinely cares more than most people. Like he wants to take the time to get to know people and help them... sometimes to his ... and their... detriment. 

OMG I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. THE SASS. THE FACE. I AM HALF IN LOVE AND I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HIM. MULLET AND ALL. BLESS HIS FIESTY ASS.

I understand that, trust me- i above all people do. I think V tried his best and got overwhelmed, thought that he could handle her issues and “love” the darkness out of her. I just really hate that Rika discontinued her treatment, knowing full well that she was capable of hurting anyone and she stopped it, that kills me, it makes me furious. It’s one thing if your mental illness is only affecting you but the moment it becomes detrimental to the people around you, becomes dangerous for the people around you- you have a god damn duty to take care of it. The emphasis is on choice, correct- but it also shines upon the consequences of choosing wrong. 

Im pretty sure there’s going to be a Saeran route too, to make him so loveable is probably a ploy to see how we all react and how much we want to have one as well. So everyone please continue supporting Cheritz and letting them know how much we love them for their work and please- please let us have a Saeran route. It’s time to right all the wrongs here! *Zen is shocked to learn that tears have moisturising properties!? Immediately goes into his room and starts method acting to cry himself to sleep to wake up with glowing skin,.... but puffy AF eyes*

I know honey, I know- I am here for you!!! I have to say that I DIED when they incorporated how much he loved art and painting and the good ending where he mentions canvases etc- I WAS REBORN! I was like.... am  I psychic or what?!?!? Hahahah I always figured that heh was an artistic person as a son of a people (who i thought was a painter and a singer) who are patrons of the arts, he would definitely be one to explore his artistic options. I was saddened to see that I wasn’t completely correct in that HC but I still love that in his blood, he is an artist. And at least one parent saw that  and nourished it TT__TT *cries for Mama V* OH GOD TT__TT Don’t even get me started on Ray, that poor fragile innocent bean. I will save him. Next time. I will save him and they will all be happy. 

First Nonny: The only bad end I’ve ever done was Jumin’s and that was because I loved his little smirk in the bad end (yes you know the one). Cheritz would have done that on purpose, without a doubt. Kudos Cheritz, kudos!!!! They have some great writers on their staff who should be proud :)  Second Nonny: I know. In my head, i didn’t see him die so it didn’t happen. He got out. Saeyoung saved him and he’s alive and well. I saw it happening from day 4 with the way he acted when V came to save her- the level of possessiveness and panic he displayed proved how unstable and how reliant he was on her for his happiness... if she was to go away... and WASNT saved by the RFA... there was only one place for him to go TT__TT.... i hate being right. 

WHY!?!? WHY WOULD YOU EVEN PUT THAT INTO MY HEAD NONNY?!?!?! DONT YOU KNOW I LIVE FOR ANGST AND LOVE TRIANGLES?!?! TT__TT *scribbles down all the fic ideas she’s just been given*

Jumin is a saint in every route. He is the Best. EVER. (not a jumin fan girl at all).  The sarcasm and eloquence to which he destroyed Rika made me smile and clap. She deserved to have all her preposterous ideas and excuses thrown back at her. But- but... she does need help. Serious psychiatric help and all the people who she brainwashed and manipulated need help too.... but omg... if it were just me and her, in a quiet room before she was taken away for treatment and still rather lucid- I would rip into her for hurting my babies. For breaking Yoosung. For betraying Saeyoung and destroying Saeran. For manipulating Jumin and crushing V.... and well thanking her for giving Zen a pat on the back and some flowers I guess and just leaving Jaehee alone... and then wishing her a good recovery and a lifetime to think over the wrong she had done!

I don't think it’s a bad thing I mean... it’s kinda that same in the deep route- the one you’re romancing is almost always threatened of being overshadowed by the one still trying to win your heart. Only difference is that we didn’t get to really win Ray’s heart/get a good ending with him. Which is fair. BECAUSE I NEED A ROUTE JUST FOR HIM GOD DAMN IT. HE DESERVES ONE. HES GONE THROUGH THE MOST AND NEEDS THE MOST LOVE!!!  But I think V did shine in all of this- the reason why there’s so much support and outpouring of love for Saeran is because of what happens to him in the route. I honestly believe if Saeran got his happy ending and got reunited with Saeyoung and joined the RFA the amount of angsty love for Saeran would be cut by like HALF. We are a sucker for pain, and seeing a beloved character in pain makes us want to rally and support him... and now that V got his happy ending... everyone wants one for Saeran too. It’s only natural :) 

[imissliam]

liam’s show last night was nothing short of incredible - he had the time of his life and was genuinely left speechless by the outcome, by everyone cheering for him and only him, the crowd going absolutely crazy the entire time and i swear, his smile never left his face. for someone who doesn’t have an album and sold out an entire theatre with only a handful of songs and singing covers, there is so much success on the horizon for liam and i’m so damn proud of him